Short Story On Revenge Novels & Stories

Adrian slowly closed the file. He had spent years believing that pursuing revenge would provide him with clear answers about his past and himself. Now, he was beginning to realize that his obsession with revenge had actually obscured his understanding, preventing him from asking the essential questions that might have led to true clarity. Somewhere deep in the shadows of his history, someone had deliberately ensured those questions would remain unasked, buried beneath a layer of pain and retaliation—until this moment.

He sighed as he leaned back and settled his red orbs on me. " Revenge has never been something I take to heart, I mean we should learn to forgive and just move on. I know I was used and rejected five years ago, but look at me right now, I have a steady job, a kid to take care of and friends who expect more from me. I can't just throw all these away in the name of revenge which could end me up jail or somewhat worst, death. I can't die now, especially not without watching my baby girl become way better than me in life. "

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

Some have already paid the price and in time others will follow. Jasmine ➡ Just listen to yourself.. I'm ashamed of you.. Tell me when you made those people pay, did the pain and hurt go away? Did it? Revenge doesn't make the pain go away.. Even if you kill this man, the pain won't go away.. Just look how your life has turned out.. You're married to me and the gods has blessed us with two lovely kids, you have a good home and People that love you.. What else is better than this.. And the man you want to kill, just look how weak and frail he is.. Remember in life.. What you reap is what you sow.. Don't take revenge my love.. Just forgive the man and move on.. Okay?

It was none other than my sister, wearing a wicked smile as she watches me fall from this 20 story building. I tightly closed my eyes. Is this the end? Isn’t it too unfair? I only wanted to live life with the man I love! Is that wrong for me to dream about?! I clenched my teeth. If God would grant me another life, I’ll make sure to find out everything and get revenge on those two!

Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die. —Anne Lamott I never believed in revenge, I never wanted to believe in it, all my life I've been the good modest humble daughter my father raised me to be, and where did all that lead me? homeless with no family. I'm ready to drink that poison, even if it does kill me, I must make sure Jesse and Benita pay for what they did to me and my father, and of course my unborn child.

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

The impact of those words hit me like a punch to the gut. That love triangle hadn’t just fallen apart. It had ended tragically. Suddenly, the sadness in Thomas’s eyes, the photo he kept so carefully, and even Masato’s hostility all made sense. I was getting involved in something much bigger than I had anticipated. But what did this story mean for me? I wanted revenge for Masato, but finding myself caught between these two men, I began to question my own feelings. Thomas wasn’t just a ruthless businessman. There were deeper layers, secrets he kept hidden, and now, I was involved.

For the first time since I had embarked on my quest for revenge, I felt as though I was reclaiming my power not just as a businesswoman but as a woman who had lost so much yet had emerged stronger. As we laid out a plan to counter Andre’s potential attacks, I felt hope flooding back into my veins like warmth chasing away the chill of winter. We made a pact to confront our pasts and our enemies together, meticulously drawing up strategies and formulating defenses against the lurking threat. In that moment, as we began to weave our dreams and ambitions into a realistic fabric, I realized that revenge wasn’t just about destruction; it was also about building anew brick by brick, layer by layer.